At least he declared he did, and insisted on shaking him by the hand and assuring him that he was proud to meet a man who had discovered a real genius and gone bankrupt over a poet.

Hallward amused himself with watching the faces in the pit.

The heat was terribly oppressive, and the huge sunlight flamed like a monstrous dahlia with petals of yellow fire.

The youths in the gallery had taken off their coats and waistcoats and hung them over the side.

They talked to each other across the theatre and shared their oranges with the tawdry girls who sat beside them.